Stories tagged “angel”

  • The Neurophages IV

    Miles and Lou approached the boiler room. Miles at a dead run, with Lou loping along easily beside him. She had exchanged her welding apron for a cloth one that read “Kiss the cook”, but he still did not seem to get the message. Crunching t...

  • The Neurophages V

    The angel’s words were truer than any of them could have imagined. For, even though no warning sirens has sounded or lights had blinked on the space-carriage itself, there was someone who had been notified. Tiny hairs had registered the opening o...

  • The Neurophages VI

    They were seated on the bunks in his cabin. With Lou to his left, and the angel Alba to his right, Miles felt afraid to move either way in case he touched one or the other and couldn’t let go. Taking a deep breath (and distracting Miles), Alba to...

  • The Neurophages VII

    “Infected with a neurophage?” “An angel is powering this carriage?” said Lou and Miles simultaneously. “Yes Lou, the neurophages are attached to their lymbic system and direct their thoughts and actions. For the most part ...

  • The Neurophages VIII

    A battleswarm of 1,024 automata crouched on the vast grey hull of the ship. Each creature was perched ant-like on the hull, attached via a spiral drill bit which was screwed into the hull like a corkscrew in your favourite before-dinner vintage. They l...

  • The Neurophages IX

    Pilot Ada Lovelace the twenty-second – it had taken a while to perfect the cellular propagation – pulled the throttle back, powering down the steam thrusters and stood to attention as the controller automaton interfaced with her neurophage....

  • The Neurophages X

    Miles helped a staggering Alba into the ball-bearing shaped escape pod. They pushed past its inward-opening door, and sat down on one of the plush velour benches inside. Lou barged in breathlessly, and strained against the enormous wedge-shaped door to...

  • Hold Your Breath

    We stood there until forever had come and gone. Time was inconsequential. It slipped by on a breeze, never to be seen or heard of again. Our eyes locked and glowed in the lamplight, as the candle burned at both ends. We both knew that we were running o...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Neurophages XI

    “By the beard of Archimedes, where did that come from?” exclaimed Lou. “Oh, it was just this monkey-wrench that was destined for bigger things.” explained Alba non-committally and dropped the sword, which changed back to a wrenc...

  • The Neurophages XII

    Ada was thoughtful as the automata pushed the Lincoln and the escape pod towards the Babbage. At an intellectual level, she understood that she should feel terrible about the suffering that she was subjecting the angel to. However, she also understood ...

  • The Neurophages XIII

    When Miles eventually tore loose from Lou’s embrace he stammered “You? I never suspected …” “You can be such a dimwit sometimes, didn’t you notice my aprons?” Lou retorted smilingly. “Yes, but I thought t...

  • The Neurophages XIV

    Alba told them her story: “After being rocked by the pain that my people felt, I was trance-linked to the quorum, which is the manifestation of my entire species’ collective conciousness. It instructed me to make contact with the Babbage, a...

  • The Neurophages XV

    Alba’s monkey-wrench sword blazed, Marie-Louise’s tool belt clinked as she searched for a suitable weapon and Mile’s knuckles cracked. They were prepared for battle. The hatch swung silently outward. Three pairs of eyes adjusted to th...

  • The Neurophages XVI

    Lou and Miles looked on helplessly as angel and enormous battle-engine squared off. The huge machine was clutching a pitch-black sword in one of its vast three-fingered pincers, and it was apparent that it was able to move much faster than such a huge ...

  • The Neurophages XVII

    When Miles and Lou awoke Alba was not with them, Babbage and Ada however were. They stood hand in hand in front of an enormous difference engine. The machine clicked and clacked as it’s crank turned and tiny pins pushed against oddly shaped rods....

  • Time Gone By and Lies Still Told

    Carl left the meeting with a mix of self-satisfaction and well-earned humility. The years hadn’t been kind but not so brutal as the time on the bottle. Light snow graced his face as he slunk, treading his lonely way home, back to his solitary exi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • The Neurophages XVIII

    The last instruction ran through the punch tape inside the battle-engine’s chest. It clanked back into its cast-iron vault and docked to a programming niche to await further instruction. Unbeknownst to it, the crystal chamber imprisoning the ange...

  • Broken Toys

    She fell to earth; a flutter of wings and a loud crash. No broken bones. She wasn’t like the weak ones her brothers bowed their knees to. She was also no longer like her brothers. The spiritual light which which eminated from her no longer played...

    • Author: Mars
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • Who Will He Choose?

    “We will let him pick who he loves most. But whoever he doesn’t pick, must not continue to go after him. OK?” Sae said. “OK,” Inu replied. But how could he pick who he loved the most right on the spot? Who should he choose...

  • Angel In The Mist

    The fog was so thick Carrie had no choice. She pulled over to the side of the road and, after much debate, decided that the highway agency advised getting out of the car, rather than staying in it. She couldn’t really remember but given the choic...

    • Author: thelostgirl
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Debating In The Mist

    They stood in silence for a while after that. Carrie rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, wishing the fog would clear while the angel stood beside her, apparently quite comfortable with the silence. “Soo…” Carrie said. R...

    • Author: thelostgirl
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Clockwork Angel

    Glennen gave the screwdriver one final twist and felt a wave of satisfaction and relief wash over him. Seventeen long, arduous years of effort and toil. And here it was. He set his tools down and admired his masterpiece. It wasn’t without its fla...

  • The Princess

    Glennen’s footsteps echoed, clattering rhythmically about the cavernous throne room. He walked towards the throne, holding the delicate angel cupped within both hands. He had never been a coordinated individual, even in his youth. And so he exerc...

  • Of Dust and Gears

    Glennen knelt wearily over his demolished creation. There was nothing recognizable remaining of the perfect, beautiful angel he had crafted. Even its gossamer silk wings had shredded to nothingness. “Next time, I expect better work,” the pr...

  • Shattered Angels

    Glennen shuffled solemnly away from the throne room. The sun which had been so bright at mid-morning had now folded itself away behind clouds. It draped Glennen’s mood in a heavy blanket of sorrow. Sorrow for the doomed angels; both the princess,...